Happy New Year, swan demesne!
Ruins so glorious!
Happy New Year — in foreign lands —
Knapsack-bearing warriors!
Red pursuit, mouth foaming,
Not caught up, will dance,
Happy New Year — homeland,
Beaten in the race!
The whole Earth sings with a toast song
To the earth do lean!
Thus, Igor — weeps with Yaroslav
Russia over the sea.
Moaning tiredly, quenches sorrow:
My brother! My knight! My son!
Happy New Year, beyond blue seas
Russia oh-so-young.
С Новым Годом, Лебединый стан!
Славные обломки!
С Новым Годом — по чужим местам —
Воины с котомкой!
С пеной у́ рта пляшет, не догнав,
Красная погоня!
С Новым Годом — битая — в бегах
Родина с ладонью!
Приклонись к земле — и вся земля
Песнею заздравной.
Это, Игорь, — Русь через моря
Плачет Ярославной.
Томным стоном утомляет грусть:
— Брат мой! — Князь мой! — Сын мой!
— С Новым Годом, молодая Русь
За́ морем за синим!
«Where fierce the surge with awful bellow / Doth ever lash the rocky wall; / And where the moon most brightly mellow / Dost beam when mists of evening fall; / Where midst his harem’s countless blisses / The Moslem spends his vital span, / A Sorceress there with gentle kisses / Present...»
«There, where seas are ever crashing, / On the shores of lonely cliffs, / And where the moon glows warmer, / Through sweet hours of twilight mist, / And, wherein the harem, revelling, / The Mussluman's days pass by, / An enchantress, with caresses, / Handed me a talisman. And, ca...»
«Where the sea forever dances / Over lonely cliff and dune, / Where sweet twilight's vapor glances / In a warmer-glowing moon, / Where with the seraglio's graces / Daylong toys the Mussulman, / An enchantress 'mid embraces / Handed me a talisman. 'Mid embraces I was bidden: / "Guard ...»
«Where the sea — eternal stormer — / Splashes on deserted scaurs, / Where the moon is shining warmer / At the tender nightfall hours, / Where bondmaidens serve in duty / To the reveling mussulman, / There, caressing me, a beauty / Handed me a talisman. And she spoke to me, caressin...»